Q: What do you get when a Chicken screws a Fox?

So, I was 2-0 down, struggling for form. 7-2 down in the 3rd and eyeing a demoralizing defeat. I'd earlier confessed to Napoleon that "if I can't win at 5 against The Old Codgers I might as well sell my racket". I'd lost my shoes (later found in lost property) so was wearing the trainers of a man with feet the size of barges; Christ those things entered the court 5 minutes before I did! At least that gave me an excuse for failure didn't it? Anyway, at 7-2 down I made a mini comeback; got to 7 all and then, after a scrambling rally (at least 10 shots; the match's longest) I dropped the ball in the nick to go 8-7 up. As I stepped up to serve for a game that would surely lead to inevitable, glorious victory a whispering came from above.
"Trev, erm, Trev, could you play a 'let' on that?" 
"Uh?"
"I, erm, think that there might have been a dodgy pick up at the start of the rally"
Jeremy my opponent looked as puzzled at this intrusion as I did, an intrusion that even St Piggin would have thought twice about. Jeremy, realizing his good fortune mumbled 'yes please, thank you..." 
The gallery all looked at their shoes, I looked at my size 13s (laces undone), WKP just mugged and laughed.
No explosion I'm proud to say just a sanguine nod and an acceptance of the inevitability of it all.
We played a let and I lost the next 3 points and the match.
The Pig will write a full match report that I'm sure will muster 'understanding' for Cooper's bewildering benevolence.
Me? I shall be taking a dump in one of his shoes at the earliest possible opportunity.
Oh, and the racket's anyone's for a fiver...

Q: What do you get when a Chicken screws a Fox?
A: Not even a whispered apology...